... but I was effectively confined to the house last night as, although the bird DID eventually appear to have gone, it was only after a little girl had walked past, seen it, reported it's ill-health to us and come back with a worm for it.
Charles thinks a cat had caught it.
It DID disappear, although I don't know how. Maybe Craig the Mouseman took pity on it and put it out of it's misery.
However, the fact that it had APPARENTLY disappeared was no consolation to me. I needed PROOF. Consequently, Charles was made to go out and check every few minutes, round the bins, under the cars, in amongst the plant pots, because to me, a dead bird is just as frightening as a live one.
Finally, at about 11pm I began to accept that it really HAD gone. But my question is - Why pick THIS house?

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